In the amerian abyss fill up the nothingness with light...emersonian dream of the now...interview with Sean Dean, bass player from the Sadies, a band that hails fron Canada.,..their sound encompasses a far ranging selection of roots music intertwined with a taste of punk and straight out rock n' roll..thke american abyss, a junked out notion of free market deluson...welcome to neo-feudalism, where we toil as serfs for our siloxn ovrelords..goodbye to the humasn connection as Amazon metls away brick and mortar connection...software does away face to face conneciton...Apple salts away the money in tax free havens and neglecting to pay foir any repsonsiblity...
It's revolutionary act to be with the landscapew...identity not forged through sound byte image...takingh a break from cooking on the grill, I step into my backyard and there is the universe for me to see...
The light shimmers in mad hallucinatory pregnant gulps...slow down the speed of the world and the universe unfold s in all its glory...thew videopoem is a snapshot of a distilled mlment of being......as conneciton with our roots...Sammy Brue, a sixteen year old kids who hails from somewhere out west is the real deal...the kid like I said is only sixteen sings with a world weary eye that belies his age, alt roots term that bespeaks oif a connections to older forms of music, like couintry, blues and jazz, a feeling of real.....sammy discovered by Justin Townes Earle, draws upon all those connecitons and brings the vitaliy fo his youth to the scene...
Like Greeley's barn, the first cement barn in the United States, there is a timeless element to it...slip out of the moment and past the american eabyss into the eternal moment of the now...tiger tiger on a circus strkng...oh tiger, you can't run no moore, you can never go home..Dr. Robins gone now...he used to talk the street several times a day..Muriel gone nowd...the first femae firefigher in the Qua, her nane now etched on a bench, a forgotten stencil past into the echo of time...the words now, my only companion...there wes a resistance once, of whcih I no longer remember...there was someting of blues and the fast pulse of be-bop jazz but I can't remember of what tha once was...
